{"id":4536,"date":"2018-10-30T08:34:45","date_gmt":"2018-10-30T15:34:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=4536"},"modified":"2020-06-22T13:07:15","modified_gmt":"2020-06-22T20:07:15","slug":"oregon-tavern-age-sex-stop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/oregon-tavern-age-sex-stop\/","title":{"rendered":"Oregon Tavern Age: Sex Stop"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I pulled into a parking lot of a building that appeared abandoned. The building had the unmistakable architecture of a drive-in hamburger\/malt joint from the American Graffiti era. I could almost see the girls rollerskating up to take an order and hear the Coasters blasting through tin speakers. <\/p>\n<p>But now this was OTA country, hours 10 am to 2:30 am. <\/p>\n<p>I walked inside and investigated. My knees nearly buckled in the course of my investigation. I beheld a 400-pound OTA woman taking on all comers at pool and loudly kicking ass. The bathrooms had hatchets for door handles. I saw two OTA men with walkers, another on a motorized wheelchair, another with a cane, and another with a hook where his left hand should have been. There were at least 500 pool trophies decorating ponderosa pine walls, easily the most I&#8217;d ever seen in an OTA joint. <\/p>\n<p>And there was something else, oh yes, definitely something else, shining brightly near the restrooms: a twinkling red and white vending machine named Sex Stop, that sold sex toys, condoms and kink DVDs. I&#8217;d never seen anything like it in OTA country and it staggered my imagination to think a regular ever wasted perfectly good beer and keno money and purchased a product. <\/p>\n<p>I went up to the bar to order from the diminutive female OTA bartender and felt a jolt. No liquor served! A real Oregon tavern! They haven&#8217;t gone extinct yet. The joint also didn&#8217;t have a single micro beer available and for that absence, I did a little stealth jig for joy. <\/p>\n<p>After receiving my beer, a corporate ale, I retreated to a a high table in a corner that afforded the best place to eavesdrop. Thus, I eavesdropped.<\/p>\n<p>Profane, staccato bursts from the pool shark, a story about a bald eagle scavenging roadkill, a crusty reminiscence from an old timer&#8217;s gold mining days. <\/p>\n<p>I sipped the ale and wrote, my notebook paper illuminated only by the lights of Sex Stop. <\/p>\n<!--themify_builder_content-->\n<div id=\"themify_builder_content-4536\" data-postid=\"4536\" class=\"themify_builder_content themify_builder_content-4536 themify_builder tf_clear\">\n    <\/div>\n<!--\/themify_builder_content-->\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I pulled into a parking lot of a building that appeared abandoned. 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